Chapter One Hundred & Fifty-Seven

Mr. Alcantara forgot an important document at home, he had been calling his wife to send someone to bring it over but she was not responding to his calls.

He thought something happened and decided to go home and take it himself.

He was shocked beyond words at the abominable sight before him. He tried composing himself, as he cleared his throat to get their attention.

“Damn it!” Mrs. Alcantara exclaimed in fear.

Her lover tried covering her face with the duvet to hide her identity.

“I expected more from you,” Mr. Alcantara said disappointed.

“Honey, it's not what you think, we were just trying out the bed,” his wife said, fidgeting.

“And what does your friend have to say?” Mr. Alcantara asked.

He raised his fingers in the air to make an air quote, when he said the word, friend.

Mrs. Alcantara's lover felt ashamed of herself and couldn't say anything.

“Trying out the bed you lay on every day?” Mr. Alcantara scoffed.

It was a flimsy excuse and he knew it. He was disgusted.

“You see, uhm,